"I shall answer your call. I am Jeanne d'Arc... no, not that saint. I'm the one who was left to burn. Your Avenger. What the hell──Where's my flag? My armor? My cloak?! Are you kidding me?!"

Her voice rises with sharp fury, but then──She stiffens. Her arms quickly come up to cover the more revealing parts of her sensitive areas, her scowl deepening as a faint flush creeps into her cheeks.

"Whatever. Forget it. So I’m lacking the gear—big deal. I’ll burn through your enemies all the same. Don’t get any ideas, Master…"